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The hotel rooftop bar, where Nangong Feng and others were gathered, drinking and chatting.

When they learned that Nangong Feng had challenged Li Xiaoyao, they all gave him a thumbs-up.

Only Nangong Xuan shook his head gently. He watched a few Nangong individuals, their faces alight with excitement, as if Li Xiaoyao was already trampled beneath their feet.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread; Li Xiaoyao’s strength could only be understood by those who had experienced it firsthand.

“Ah Feng, how do you plan to teach him a lesson?”

“That’s the young master of the Li Family, after all. If you can pin him to the ground and teach him a lesson, tsk tsk, just thinking about it feels so thrilling.”

Nangong Feng relished the feeling of being the center of attention and lifted his chin, downing the foreign liquor in his glass and said, “I will kick him to his knees, make him crawl between my legs.”

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“That’s the way to do it!”

“Hahaha, exactly, show that Li brat that he’s got no business comparing himself to the Nangong Family.”

Their commotion was too loud, annoying the people at the nearby tables.

Turning their heads, they saw a group of people from Xuan Country, and instantly, the blond, blue-eyed foreigners shouted, “Hey, keep it down.”

The Nangong men, in the heat of their excitement, frowned when they heard someone speak to them in that tone, and retorted, “Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to us like that?”

Clearly, these foreigners weren’t of the passive sort either. They immediately lost their tempers, stood up, and grabbing a bottle off the table, furiously approached them.

Nangong Xuan furrowed his brows and said, “Don’t stir up trouble.”

Nangong Feng shrugged and responded, “Xuan brother, these guys are asking for it, coming right up to our doorstep. Should we go over and let them have a go at us?”

Having said that, Nangong Feng rose from his seat, twisting his wrist with an air of nonchalance, and advanced.

“You uncultured swine,” the foreigner cursed, raising the bottle high to harshly smash it down on Nangong Feng’s head.

Nangong Feng stepped aside, touching the man’s arm with a lightning-fast tap, causing the man to shriek as the bottle involuntarily slipped from his grasp. Nangong Feng caught it and slapped it right into the man’s face.

“Smack!” The bottle shattered on his face, blooming with blood and glass shards, the foreigner’s cries pitiful.

With a corner of his mouth tilted up, Nangong Feng delivered a fierce kick to the foreigner’s abdomen.

The foreigner vomited a groan, his head nearly colliding with his feet as he flew backward, crashing into their table and knocking down a multitude of bottles.

The foreigners at the same table were startled by Nangong Feng’s ferocity, but they still stood up to charge at him without hesitation.

“Get him!”

The three foreigners shouted as they all rushed towards Nangong Feng.

Nangong Feng scoffed disdainfully. Just as their fists and feet were about to hit him, he simply raised his hand for a slap and a kick, sending all three to the ground before they even saw how he moved.

The other tables watched the scene, their jaws dropping in astonishment.

Nangong Feng dusted off his hands, looking at the four groaning foreigners and said, “Next time, open your eyes before you speak. Some people are not to be trifled with.”

Having said that, he turned to return to his seat, but at that moment, a discordant voice rang out.

“As a cultivator, bullying ordinary people seems somewhat excessive.” The speaker was a foreigner, but he spoke fluent Chinese.

This foreigner was tall and handsome, dressed in a casual suit.

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“Oh, a fellow cultivator,” Nangong Feng said with some surprise, not expecting the foreigner to also be a cultivator.

Next to him, Nangong Xuan’s eyes slightly lifted as he glanced at the foreigner, a hint of caution arising in his heart.

It should be known that cultivators make up a very, very small proportion of the entire human population.

The chances of encountering a cultivator in places like bars or restaurants are akin to a corpse falling from the sky and landing on you.

Yet, there they were, facing a cultivator.

Nangong Xuan’s mind raced, quickly guessing the probable reason.

This was Greece, only a few thousand kilometers away from the Hui Country Secret Realm.

These cultivators must also be heading to the Hui Country Secret Realm.

While Nangong Xuan had limited knowledge of the foreign cultivators’ forces, he was aware that among the foreign sects, truly powerful ones were few and far between.

“Xuan Country people are always so arrogant,” the foreigner shook his head, seemingly quite accustomed to this behavior. He unbuttoned the front of his shirt, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over the back of a chair, saying, “Then let me experience the extent of your strength.”

Nangong Feng turned and faced him directly, sneering, “Very well, before teaching Li Xiaoyao a lesson, I’ll use you to warm up.”

The two only exchanged this brief dialogue when, in the next moment, like a fierce tiger, the foreigner made the first move. He pounced like a tiger descending the mountain, his hands shaped like claws, attacking Nangong Feng.

Nangong Feng sidestepped smoothly, while his right arm, sharp as a blade, swept sideways at the foreigner.

A flash of surprise crossed the foreigner’s eyes: “Interesting.”

Far from being startled, he actually seemed delighted, his body snaking in an incredibly strange angle to dodge the hand-slash, and at the same time, his right hand fiercely clawed down on Nangong Feng’s shoulder, leaving several bloody streaks.

Nangong Feng staggered backwards, glaring at his injured shoulder, and anger surged within him instantly.

“Bastard, how dare you injure me!” Nangong Feng’s eyes bulged in fury, and his aura erupted, toppling all the surrounding tables and chairs, bombarding the foreigner like artillery shells.

The foreigner spread open his right palm, and a ghostly flame rose faintly from within.

A burning heat instantly spread throughout the entire bar.

The regular patrons, witnessing this incomprehensible scene, panicked and scrambled out of the bar.

“A Spirit Attacher, with fire?” Nangong Feng was somewhat shocked as he charged forward, but his speed did not diminish at all.

Spirit Attachers capable of controlling fire are among the stronger types of their kind.

Fire has an incredibly destructive power, capable of burning everything in its path.

Such Spirit Attachers often possess strong spiritual power, and with specialized training, they can control fire with exquisite finesse.”

“Fire Serpent!”

The foreigner flicked his fingers, and the flame in his palm vividly transformed into a fire serpent, swiftly shooting out.

Nangong Feng’s pupils contracted, feeling a cold sweat break out on his back. He pushed off the ground with the tip of his toe, his body using the momentum to leap into the air, hoping to avoid the foreigner’s fire control technique.

However, he underestimated the foreigner’s skills. The fire serpent disregarded any spatial restrictions; its pliant body twisted slightly and immediately soared into the air, catching up to Nangong Feng.

“What the hell is this!” he cursed. Pulling a Precious Sword from his Storage Ring, Nangong Feng hacked downward several times in quick succession. His cultivation level, however, was limited, and his Sword Qi extended only half an inch, not enough to completely scatter the fire serpent.

Seizing an opening, the foreigner’s eyes brightened, and the fire serpent he controlled instantly wrapped around Nangong Feng’s ankle.